Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.